The friction felt amazing, and he could’ve kept on like that forever and been happy, but then she reached one hand underneath him and cupped his balls, squeezing them in counterpoint to the long, sensual strokes of her mouth.
The throbbing was so intense it was almost unbearable. Jet knew that if he didn’t get her mouth off of his cock pretty soon, he was going to shoot his load right down the back of her warm and welcoming throat, and he didn’t want that.
The only thing to do was to double down his efforts to maintain– but the longer her expert attentions went on, the harder and harder that was.
She moaned from deep inside her chest, then, and the vibrations rumbled from her throat through his sensitive dick. He really thought he might come right then, just shoot his entire load down the back of her throat like he’d been struggling not to do.
Her pleasure was, after all, his Achilles’ heel. Knowing she felt good was the one thing that sped right past his armor, and he had no other protection against it.
Even knowing how close to losing control he was, he couldn’t help himself. He was carried away by impulse and couldn’t keep himself still any longer.
He pumped into her mouth, keeping his thrusts shallow, and she kept her lips supple and wide open, taking it all in. Everything he had to give her.
When he sensed that he had reached the absolute outer limit of his endurance, he groaned, “If you don’t stop this, you’re going to have a mouthful of me. In a whole new way than you do right now.”
She lifted her mouth just long enough to purr, “How do you know that’s not what I want?”
Lifting his head from the pillow just enough to make eye contact, he said, “Really? Because then you’d have to wait before we…”
He trailed off, enjoying the look of realization he saw growing in her eyes. She scrambled up and knelt next to him until they were face to face. Her smile was full of mischief when she said, “Well, we couldn’t have that, now. Could we?”
He shook his head in answer, and then quickly fished a condom out of her bedside table drawer. When he held up the square disc of the condom package that he had produced between his two fingers, it was with a bit of a flourish.
Abby laughed. “Did you really stock my nightstand full of condoms when I wasn’t paying attention?”
He tilted his head to the side. “Hey, I’m nothing if not prepared. I know there are a lot of areas in my life where I fly by the seat of my pants. But for something really important to me, I’m willing to put in the time to plan.”
She raked her fingernails down his chest and spoke in a low, sultry voice. “So I guess getting me in bed again is something that was really important to you.”
He traced a hand up and down her back and shoulders, loving the way that her smooth skin rolled under his fingers like silk. “Nothing more important, baby. Nothing at all.”
With that, he ripped open the package with his teeth and then rolled the latex tube down over his shaft with what dexterity he could manage, considering his high state of arousal.
As soon as he had the condom firmly on, Abby swung one leg over to the other side of his body so that she was straddling him, holding herself over him just inches above the tip of his erection.
He wrapped his hands around her waist firmly. “Hmmm. Exactly my idea.”
She winked. “Great minds think alike.”
With that, she reached between them and grasped his cock, positioning him perfectly at her entrance, then taking a deep breath and lowering herself onto him with one firm thrust.
His fingers dug into the supple flesh of her hips as a jolt of pleasure shot through him. Pleasure which only increased as she squeezed her inner walls around him, and then started to slowly move her hips back and forth, like she was on the dance floor competing for the title of Sexiest Dancer Alive.
Her head was thrown back, eyes closed in concentration. She was beautiful, her lip trapped between her teeth and her soft hair wrestling back and forth over her shoulders as she moved.
She was so involved in her own actions and feelings that he took the opportunity to study her. It was rare for him to be able to simply feast his eyes on her, to watch every single movement, to drink in every detail. It was heaven.
The soft lighting of night threw shadows across her body as she undulated. Her breasts bounced gently in time with the movement of her hips, and he was utterly mesmerized.
She quickened her movements and he deepened his grip on her flesh, determined to control the pace and intensity. However, he quickly realized that the small amount of control he could exert with just his hands was never going to be enough.
No. If he was going to take her, claim her, make her his the way he truly wanted and needed to, he was going to have to have her spread out underneath him as he drove into her. No other choice.
With no more effort than it would have taken him to flick a light switch, he rolled the two of them over. He never broke contact, either where their eyes met or where he was buried in her warm flesh. That would’ve been un-fucking-bearable. There was nothing more he needed than to feel her velvety warmth surrounding him.
Her eyes twitched open wide as he took her by surprise with that sudden and commanding movement. It made his cock twitch. Shit. Now he had a new life goal– keep thinking of new ways that he could spark that little surprised look on her face. That should keep life interesting.
He drew back and then thrust into her again with all the force he could muster. This was the moment when he put every single emotion he felt into his movements. He wanted to express his feelings with the way he made love to her so that she’d know, really know, how he felt.